I knew she hated not knowing the rules we played by, but this wasn’t her game.
I offered her relief, sliding my fingers free, and stepped around her shivering form.
She trembled where she stood, and we hadn’t even started.
“Hold the bags still, Kiera.”
I knelt before her and pressed my mouth to her clit, kissing her there and sliding my tongue along her drenched folds as I would her mouth, if I ever kissed her.
Within moments, her legs were shaking and the bags drooped a little.
I’d wait until one hit the floor to give her a punishment, but for now I was enjoying the taste of her smeared across my face and her moans that filled my house.
It was going to be a very long, perfect night.
The End